I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

Victory conditions for the organizer:

Subdue and kill all the contestants.

The conditions for the contestant to win are:

First, overthrow all the organizers.

Second, break away from false traditions and establish genuine ones.

During the interruption:

Five days are set as a period of non-aggression between the two sides.

Oath: Respect the above content and hold the Gift Game based on honor, flag and organizer authority.

[Grimm Grimoire Hameln] Seal

Chapter 460 Self-blame

After the negotiations ended, Jill let out a sigh of relief.

“Little guy…you’re really willing to give up so much, actually trading all your treasures for time.” Izayoi looked at Gil.

“These are all the chips I have.” Jill sat down. “If I had a suitable opponent, I wouldn’t mind throwing away all my treasure.”

“Divine weapons…and there are thousands of them…” Mandela looked at Jill, “Who exactly are you?”

Even those beings with a two-digit number of divine weapons might not possess such a vast quantity.

"Who am I?" Jill simply replied calmly. "Instead of thinking about such meaningless questions, it's better to think more about how to handle things afterward."

Indeed, Jill shortened their time from thirty days to five days. In those five days, they had to think about the Demon King's problem and help those who were infected...

and many more……

“Let me explain this game a little,” Jill said. “First of all, the first condition of this game is very simple. If I can put up so many divine weapons as stakes, I can naturally put up just as many divine weapons to use. Moreover, I now have a new ability that I can use to defeat my opponent.”

As for defeating the others, that's up to you.

The challenge for you in this game lies in the phrase, "Break down the false tradition and establish the true one."

"So, little guy, you noticed?" Izayoi raised an eyebrow and looked at Gil.

“Yes, it’s about ‘breaking’ and ‘inheriting’.” Jill nodded. “These two words are the key to this game.”

“First of all, there’s the word ‘break.’ If you use that word, it makes you think of smashing some real object.” Jill stretched out her hand and made a smashing motion.

"Smash what? If that's the case, then what do you want to smash...?" Mandela frowned and asked.

"For example, the stained glass window displayed in Hamel alongside the inscription recording the disappearance of 130 children." Izayoi's mind also became active, and she directly gave the correct answer.

Many art and craft items were also displayed at this year's Dragon Birth Festival, including stained glass.

Since it's stained glass, then the same stained glass wouldn't be painted on those different pieces of glass.

Noticing this, Ren quickly asked, "So, the phrase 'Break down the false tradition and establish the true tradition' means we have to find out the genuine and fake pieces among the stained glass windows on display?"

“Correct.” Izayoi Sakamaki snapped her fingers, then shrugged helplessly.

"However, I haven't yet determined which stained glass is real and which is fake. Before the meeting started, I did some research and found that there were over a hundred stained glass pieces used in the Dragon Birth Festival."

"Over a hundred pieces?" The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment.

“And the second part, ‘inheritance,’ is the correct answer.” Jill shrugged. “For example, weren’t all four of them summoned from ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’?”

"...So that's how it is?!" Izayoi's eyes lit up. "Then that explains it!"

“First is Pest—as the strongest among them, her strength should not be underestimated. If I’m not mistaken, that guy should be at a five-figure level.” Jill said, her tone laced with barely suppressed sneer. “Unfortunately, she’s a fake.”

In the real town of Hamel, the inscription recording the disappearance of 130 children is dated 1284, but the Black Death began to spread widely after 1350. The reason this is considered the cause of death for those children is because the Black Death pandemic of the 14th century was later embellished and fabricated into the fairy tale "The Pied Piper of Hamel."

“So, Pest is a fake,” Jill said.

“Then Ratten is also a fake, because the character of ‘the Pied Piper who controls rats’ does not appear in the original tradition and inscriptions. It was only after the peak of the Black Death in the 1500s that rats and the piper who controls rats appeared in ‘The Pied Piper of Hamel.’ So, Ratten, the rat catcher, is also a fake.” Izayoi continued along Jill’s train of thought, “The only real one is Weser.”

“The Weser River is the demon that truly fits the original ‘Pied Piper of Hamel.’ After all, the inscription in Hamel town says ‘disappeared near the hills,’ and those ‘hills’ refer to the hills adjacent to the Weser River!” Gil declared definitively. “Shutrom sounds similar, but natural disasters can happen all over the world, so Shutrom is also a fake!”

This determined the only piece of glass that remained.

"If any of those stained glass windows contain images of rats, the Black Death, and storms—those three imposters—then they are all fake and should be smashed! Of the remaining stained glass windows, there should only be one that doesn't depict these three elements. Once we find it, we'll solve the mystery of 'breaking down the false tradition and establishing the true one'!" Izayoi Sakamaki laughed heartily.

"That's great, little guy! I thought ancient humans didn't know this!" Izayoi ruffled Gil's hair roughly.

Jill: "..." I swear I really want to chop off this guy's right hand, really, really, really want to.

“So, the solution to the game has been confirmed, and all we have to do is wait for these five days…!” Sandra smiled.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open.

Standing there was a young girl in a dark dress, her twilight-colored eyes looking at the people in the conference room.

Then she saw Jill.

“Restia?!” Gil’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.

“I’m sorry, it was rude of me, but this is very important.” Restia took Gil’s hand. “Lian is not feeling well.”

Jill's pupils contracted slightly, then she turned around, said "Excuse me," and ran out.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Jill discovered a mistake.

I forgot to have Pest take back the Black Death virus!

"Damn it... Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" Jill slammed her fist on a stone pillar, sending it flying and shattering into pieces.

“Lian was running a fever just now, and she’s unconscious now,” Restia said, looking at Jill. “That situation was most likely caused by those guys in the sky just now.”

“Ah, I know.” Jill’s bloodshot eyes flashed with self-reproach. “That spotted little girl… I’ll deal with her. Take me to see Lian first.”

Chapter 461 Master... is like a father to me.

"Ugh..." Lian, lying on the bed, let out a painful sound and slowly opened her eyes.

My head was so sluggish from the fever that it felt like it was shrouded in fog, and my consciousness was unclear.

My current state... I'd say I'm semi-conscious...

Lian smiled wryly, "It's really... embarrassing."

"Lian, are you alright?" A familiar voice rang out, and Lian's eyes brightened slightly.

"Restia...?" Ren whispered the name of the companion who had always been by her side.

“I’m here…” Restia reached out and took Lotus’s hand.

Lian's palms were very hot; she seemed to have a fever...

"What is this..." Lian said with some difficulty.

"You've been infected by the virus from that demon king who fell from the sky." Restia helped Lian lie down on the bed. "I had Gil come to see you before, but his medicine wasn't very effective."

"Master?" Lian looked to the side.

"..." A ball of golden fur was right next to him, and that still-childish face was fast asleep.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Lian struggled to sit up, her divine power flowing slowly within her body.

“It’s been almost a day,” Restia replied. “Enkidu was here before, but Gil seemed to have been taking care of you the whole time because of his own negligence.”

Lian looked at Jill, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke, "...The same as before."

“Yes… just like before,” Restia replied.

Back when they were training in the Elf Forest, Jill did the same thing, injuring Lian in a very brutal manner. After she fell unconscious, he nonchalantly took care of her.

"I injured you and then took care of you. What's wrong with that? You're destined to face many more battles in the future, so remember to take good care of yourself now! Otherwise, you won't even be able to recover properly after a battle!"

"A proud and dishonest man..." That's how Restia described him.

"I've got an idea!" Suddenly, the blond guy next to him jumped up, his red eyes filled with excitement.

"Uh, Lian, you're awake?" Jill shook her head, clearing her mind of all the random thoughts. "Perfect timing, I have a way to cure your illness."

Jill reached out, and a huge terracotta pot that Jill would need both hands to lift fell into her hands.

“Because it hasn’t been used for so long, I almost forgot about this treasure.” Jill carefully placed the pottery jar on the floor. “Now, leave it to me.”

The contents of this enormous earthenware jar are an incredible treasure.

Jill then reached out her hand again, and a strange crystal ball slowly floated out and landed in Jill's hand.

If you look closely, it seems as if water is flowing inside that strange crystal ball, and with the refraction of light from the crystal ball, it looks exceptionally beautiful.

The Purifying Spring and Shennong Tea were the first Noble Phantasms found in the Fate/Saty Night world. Shennong Tea can cleanse the body of harmful diseases and toxins, or substances that do not belong to the individual.

But in Lian's eyes, this earthenware jar contained...

"Master, isn't that the tea you often drink? I remember drinking it before," Lian asked, somewhat puzzled.

Moreover, in Lian's memory, that tea was very fragrant, but also very bitter, with only a slight sweetness after drinking it.

“This tea is called Shennong Tea. Since coming to this world, you must have heard of divinity, right?” Jill said as she prepared to brew the tea. “This tea is the one that carries divinity.”

Lian's eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

“Don’t be so surprised. Your master has over a thousand weapons that carry divine power.” Jill handed the clear tea to Lian. “Drink up.”

“This tea…”

Lian, who had been helped up by Restia, accepted the tea with some unease.

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of tea.” Jill poured herself a cup of tea as well. “I can still supply the people below, so don’t worry, have some tea.”

"...Master...I'm sorry to have troubled you." Lian said softly while taking small sips of tea.

"...No, that's not true. My disciple causing trouble for me, can that be called trouble?" Jill patted Lian's head. "I'll get revenge for you later! How dare she give my disciple this kind of disease? I'll kill her."

Although her words were a little rough, Lian could still feel Gil's concern for her.

“Master is just like a father to me…” Lian said, touching the spot on her head where Gil had touched her.

"...Well, get some rest."

Shennong tea takes time to work; it won't work immediately.